I'm Not Broken (I'm Not Ok)
My cheek stung from my mother's bony hand striking me across the face. "What did I ever do to you?!" I cried.
I waited for another blow to my face, but it never came. She just stood there with a disgusted look on her face. "You know exactly what you did to me and your father. Why do you have to be such an inconvenience? Our lives would be so much better if you were never born."
Her words hurt me more than anything. I stumbled backwards into an old lamp that my parents had gotten at a vintage store in the 80s. It wobbled and fell to the ground with a crash. The lamp shattered into a million pieces.
"Look what you did, dumbass!" My mother shouted as she leapt toward me. I dodged her and ran toward the stairs. But unfortunately, by the time I reached the stairs, my mother forcefully grabbed my arm and spun me around to face her. I could see the fury in her eyes. "You're going to pay, bitch."
And then she shoved me. I tumbled down the stairs, and landed at the bottom with a sickening crack. White hot pain shot through my body as I weakly looked up at my mother, who was standing at the top of the stairs, grinning.
"Hello Kelsie." A voice said.
Ever since that day, the voice has taunted me, bullied me, and teased me. The doctors call her schizophrenia, but I call her Kay.
Ever since my parents were put in prison for child abuse, I have lived in an orphanage in New York City.
Will anybody ever love me? I don't think so.
But keep reading to find out!